Mr. Brightside ? Frerard

A / N

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"Frank- I.." Gerard spoke breathlessly, not really knowing what to say.

He looked up cautiously and was met with Frank's big doe eyes.

"Why did you come?" he finally asked.

Frank gulped before speaking, "I got worried, you hadn't called and I- I didn't know what happened... Mikey told me about... the, um, the dinner."

Frank felt guilty as fuck but he couldn't lie to Gerard about what he knew, that would just be wrong.

Gerard made a face of surprise but it changed quickly back to an expression of upmost sadness. "So.. you know now."

"Well-"

"A-and now you hate me."

Frank looked at the sad boy sternly, "Gee, I could never hate you." he whispered.

Gerard continued to shake uncontrollably, "Yes you could!" he practically yelled, "no one wants a crybaby as a friend.. or anything else for that matter."

"Sweetheart, you aren't either of those things." Frank whispered reaching over to grab Gerard's shaking hand.

"You're just saying that." the boy whimpered.

"No," He shook his head' "I'm not- look, Gerard, you're possibly the most adorable, pure, honest person i've ever met. You make me so happy and it hurts that you can't see that."

Gerard looked up timidly and hesitantly, "I don't make anyone happy- j-just disappointed."

Frank shook his head and crept a tad closer to Gerard, "You do to me." he whispered.

Gerard looked at him, "What do you mean?"

The punk spoke softly, almost inaudibly, "Gee, I- ... I really like you...."

Gerard blinked in surprise, "What?"

Frank merely smiled truthfully and nodded at the crying boy.

Said boy just stared, shocked that Frank felt anything more than simple friendly love for him. But soon his heart swelled up with joy and a childish grin made it's way to his lips, as he registered Frank's words.

"You really mean that?"

"Of course." Frank whispered, giving him a little smile.

Frank looked at Gerard with such an earnest expression that made the black haired boy truly believe Frank liked him, and before anything else could be confessed, or another tear could be shed, Gerard pressed his lips to Frank's.